cksiang111

DISCLAIMER: This story contains themes of bondage, kidnapping, etc etc. If that's not your thing, you know what to do. All characters that appear in this story belong to DC Comics. Obviously. ------------- "The key, gentlemen, is patience. That can get you anywhere in life. All you need is to move slow, bide your time, and you can perfect any skill. Conquer any obstacle…" "Nrfff. What the hell…?" A pair of dreary, feminine eyes batted themselves open. They slowly returned to focus, scanning their surroundings hastily. The room was dark and dreary, made of thin metal walls and a cement floor. All of this was relatively unimportant—except for the fact that the ground was five feet away. "Why am I so high up…?" "Just look at me. I used to be a simple repairman at Arkham Asylum. Surrounded by a circus of freaks and psychotics locked behind revolving doors. Every day working there, my life was at risk. So I trained myself to fight—fight better than anyone else. I trained myself to

DISCLAIMER: This story contains themes of bondage, kidnapping, etc etc. If that's not your thing, you know what to do. All characters that appear in this story belong to DC Comics. Obviously. ------------- "The key, gentlemen, is patience. That can get you anywhere in life. All you need is to move slow, bide your time, and you can perfect any skill. Conquer any obstacle…" "Nrfff. What the hell…?" A pair of dreary, feminine eyes batted themselves open. They slowly returned to focus, scanning their surroundings hastily. The room was dark and dreary, made of thin metal walls and a cement floor. All of this was relatively unimportant—except for the fact that the ground was five feet away. "Why am I so high up…?" "Just look at me. I used to be a simple repairman at Arkham Asylum. Surrounded by a circus of freaks and psychotics locked behind revolving doors. Every day working there, my life was at risk. So I trained myself to fight—fight better than anyone else. I trained myself to